2 Works of Laurence Hope

Ah, Wind, I have always loved thee Since those far off nights When I lay beneath the vines A prey to strange delights, For among my tresses Thy soft caresses Were sweet as a lover’s to me. Later thou grewest more wanton, or I more shy, And after the bath I drew my garments close, […]

He loved the Plant with a keen delight,A passionate fervour, strange to see,Tended it ardently, day and night,Yet never a flower lit up the tree. The leaves were succulent, thick, and green,And, sessile, out of the snakelike stemRose spine-like fingers, alert and keen,To catch at aught that molested them. But though they nurtured it day […]